I know this is weird and superstitious, but my spouse and I are going through the process of buying a house, and we've just hit a couple of hurdles that may stop that from happening.
Could you maybe... I dunno, like or reblog to manifest that I actually get to close on this house?
[Another 100% fake cover to go along with the first one. Note, no burn intended on Withers here! He’s currently the most sought-after party planner in Faerun.]
i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.
Beginnings are hard, but maybe its even a bit harder in the case of Astarion and Torimgetih. Some issues arise regarding eating habits and a patron gives Astarion some things to think about.
Story summary:
After the mind flayer crisis, Astarion and most of his companions moved to the Grand Duchy of Dornig, the territory built upon the ancient home of the elfes. In Reywald, they have been trying to search for a cure for Astarion's vampiric condition through any means possible.
On a day, like any other in the last couple of years, a new challenge comes to the barkeeper vampire spawn's life in a shape of a strangely small dragon.
i must not stir the pot. stirring the pot is the notifications-killer. participation in the discourse is the little-death that brings total activity obliteration. i will face the bad opinions on the internet. i will permit them to pass over me and through me. and when they have gone past, i will turn the block button onto their source. where the discourse has come from there will be nothing. only i will remain.